- "But now they mock me, men younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to put with my sheep dogs.
 - Of what use was the strength of their hands to me, since their vigor had gone from them?
 - Haggard from want and hunger, they roamed the parched land in desolate wastelands at night.
 - In the brush they gathered salt herbs, and their food was the root of the broom tree.
 - They were banished from their fellow men, shouted at as if they were thieves.
			
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- "But now those younger than I mock me, Whose fathers I disdained to put with the dogs of my flock.
 - "Indeed, what good was the strength of their hands to me? Vigor had perished from them.
 - "From want and famine they are gaunt Who gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation,
 - Who pluck mallow by the bushes, And whose food is the root of the broom shrub.
 - "They are driven from the community; They shout against them as against a thief,
			
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